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The damn clock was running down the last moments of my life. Sweat ran down my face and chest. It wasn’t hot or anything but the sweat came anyway.

”Mmmpphh!!! Mmmmm!” I yelled as loudly as the tape gag allowed in desperation. Of course, no one came. The house was long deserted. but with five minutes left to live, it was time to try any option.

“Mmm!!!” I moaned through the gag again, this time in frustration. Angrily I tugged at the ropes that bound my hands behind my back. Too bad Sal was so good at knots. Instead of getting any slack, all I managed to do was tip my chair over onto it’s side.

“Mmmm......”, I lay there for a moment, stunned by the impact. My arm hurt like hell though not with the kind of sharp crack from a broken bone. that was good. the last thing I needed was to lose what little use I had of my limbs at the moment.

I had no idea what I was going to do now. I was still tied up. i was still gagged with no one to hear me even if I didn’t have tape over my mouth. And that clock was still ticking away. I was no less fucked then i had been a minute ago.

I lifted my ass off the chair, easy now that it was on the ground sideways. Maybe I could get some slack in my feet? Maybe I could still get my legs free and run out of here. better to look like a crazy fool with a chair tied to his back then a dead man. But that didn’t work either. My feet stayed tied and with that the chair made sure I wouldn’t run away from my untimely XXXX.

Damn, if only I could get to a knot with my fingers or get just a bit of slack in these damn ropes! All this rolling around on the floor like a trussed turkey was getting me no where. I couldn’t see the clock from the floor but the ticking was still there. How long did I have anyway? Did I really want to know?

Sweat continued to stream down my face. It got in my eyes and made them sting. It made the concrete floor feel clammy and cold. And that when’s I realised it also was working into the ropes binding my hands!

Maybe a little slow precision would work where brute strength had not? Did I even have time anymore?

No choice. The perspiration made my wrists just slick enough to draw a little skin from behind the ropes. Slowly but surely I could feel one of my hands begin to slip free. But too slowly. I wasn't’ going to make it!

Then freedom! My hand came out. But I wasn't’ free yet. My other hand was still tied and who knew how much time I even had. I could be dead any second. But at least with one hand out I could find the knots. Damn, Sal tied me granny knots? Well, I counted my blessings because they came right off. I took only a second to glance at the clock I could now see. Less then a minute. I went to work on my feet, half untying half pulling my feet free. Once came loose. Then I went to wok on the other. damn why did Sal have to tie them separately?

When I was truly free, I ran like a mad man up the stairs and to the door. I didn’t even bother talking off the tape gag.

I almost made it. The explosion sent a shock wave that slammed me against a wall and everything went dark.

I woke up much later in the hospital surrounded by guys from the FBI asking me if I wanted to talk about Sal and the company.

Hell yeah I wanted to talk.

The end

Brian played by Van

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 08/15/2008